I wondered whatthey would think if they could see my lovely Melissabeing face fucked this way; by a stranger, in a seedyrun down porno theater, on the...outskirts of town. Now that I had shot my wad and begun to calm down I wasbeginning to feel bad. Very bad. I was like a drunkwaking up in a ditch after a night of bingeing andwondering where I was and how in the hell did I gethere. Suddenly I felt sorry for my beautiful wife. Whatwas I doing? She was crying and a stranger was usingher mouth to. I am a widow and my husband has left quite a good legacy to take care of myself and my lovely daughter Sonia.Sonia is my only daughter. She has reached the age of 20 but due to her bad company, she got into drugs, liquor, and sex with friends and as a consequence, she could not complete her 12th standard. I was very worried for my daughter and then I made a decision to shift to maternal hometown Varanasi from Mumbai. Sonia was against my decision but after all, she is my daughter, she agreed. Besides, it WAS his fault. He owed me! "That would be fine Mr. Taylor. I'm Andrea Wilson" I said a bit primly. "It's Anthony or HC ma'am. Not Mr. Taylor." He rumbled. "Andrea, please" I replied. Reaching for my drink, I finished it off just as the waitress brought me another. For a bit we turned back to the table, caught up in our own play. I won a bit, not much. Bolder with somebody else's money, I began playing aggressively. Anthony continued to win. As we played, he began to talk to me.. ‘Oh, where have they gone off to now?’ asked Lizzy. ‘I don’t hear them anymore. It’s all gone dead quiet!’ ‘Sit down, Elizabeth. You too, Abigale,’ commanded Mr. Greene. ‘Give your sister some privacy.’ Abby gasped. ‘Father! You don’t mean…?’ Mr. Greene confirmed his daughter’s suspicions by giving her a stern look, causing the girl to cover her mouth and blush. ‘What? How would you know such a thing if you can’t see them?’ asked Lizzy. ‘Don’t ask silly questions now, Lizzy. They’re married..